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Wash that man right out of your hair
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Grooming is an important part of many species' rituals. It keeps them clean, healthy, and content. And a good bath? It can change the whole tone of a day from terrible to relaxed and blissful. But nudity is sometimes viewed as a weakness - and it is almost always sexualized - so bathing is often kept a private matter. If you do share these moments with someone, they're almost always a significant other or a sexual partner. Like you're doing now. Whether it be after a battle or after sex (or before sex, even), the two of you are going to get clean. Be sure to help each other out with that, won't you? After all, there are places on the back that just can't be reached... HOW TO PLAY:
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The place certainly has its beauty - the Keep at Winterfell, as well as the harsh, snowy landscape of the North in general - even scarred as it was having changed hands during the wars that have been ravaging the Seven Kingdoms.
"I'm sure it's especially welcome after all the battles you've fought," Claire says, taking a step back from the water, moving to stand beside Jon once more. The hint of a smile starts at the corners of her lips. "Perhaps the King in the North has earned a moment to rest. Forgive my boldness for an assumption, Your Grace, but you did risk your life to save mine, so I feel qualified in making it."
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When not under battle or fear, the snow and landscape of Winterfell and the North in general, could be very beautiful. As could the springs here underground. And it was always nice to share something like that with someone.
"It would be yes, very welcome." He watches her as she moves back over to him and his head can't help but tilt slightly at that smile starting along her lips. He can't fault her for making that assumption either, because it's not wrong in the slightest either. "Your boldness is nothing that needs forgiveness, my Lady. A moment of rest now that the keep is under Stark banners again, and people are settling in for the night does sound nice." And he can't help his own boldness, "Would you be joining me?"
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He's right; things are settling down within the walls of Winterfell for the time being, and it'd be the perfect time to relax and recuperate. The fighting isn't over, they'd all need to be ready when the next battle comes.
It's been difficult, to say the least, in the time leading up the Stark banners rising over the walls of Winterfell again. Things had been difficult for everyone, Claire included. Her nerves have been on edge, and she feels it even now, though Jon puts her at ease. Perhaps that is why she's emboldened with him.
"Certainly, if you'll have me, Your Grace," Claire says, not bothering to hide the admiration on her face. "I don't think anyone will disturb us here."
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But what better way to be ready for the next battle than to get in a little rest now. Because who knew when the next battle would come. He's hoping they have some time, get Winterfell back on its feet in the proper Northern way.
He smiles though as she accepts and bows his head a little. "I don't think so either. Few remember this place, I'm sure. And those that do are probably still busy yet." He shifts to slip off his cloak, setting it on a bench a the outer rim of the room. The room itself is warmer too, because of the heat from the hot springs, so there's actually a small happy sigh to get rid fo the extra layer. "And I would be honored to have your company, my Lady." Her company, and her pending where the bath took them and what they wanted from each other.
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"I'm certain you could have any woman in Winterfell, if not the Seven Kingdoms. It's my pleasure, Your Grace."
And, since they've already gotten this far and established their intentions to bathe together in the hot springs, her bold streak continues. There's little hesitation before she begins to slip out of her dress. It's nothing fancy, though the dark grey fabric does flatter her slim curves with just a peek of cleavage.
Once she steps out of the dress, she makes short work of removing the thin cotton underclothes beneath, and finally her soft leather boots. Her body is petite, skin smooth and unmarred, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders in soft waves, the torchlight bathing her in a golden glow.